How to Ruin Series Part 57

My hands are on his shoulders, my feet scrunched under the dashboard, and I think Avi's elbow is stuck in the cup holder.

And now my cell phone is ringing again.

"This isn't working, is it?" he says.

I scan our position, the awkwardness of it all. "I guess you're right," I say, totally frustrated.

He leans into the back seat, retrieves the ringing phone, and hands it to me.

Flipping it open, I say, "Hey, Aba."

Avi twists himself and ends up sitting in the driver's seat.

"Are you okay?" my dad barks on the other end of the line.

"Yeah." More than okay.

"Then I'm going to kill you. Where are you? I've been calling and calling. Why get you a cell phone if you won't answer it?"

"I didn't hear the phone," I lie, interrupting his tirade. "I must have been in a bad cell area." That is such a lame answer, but I'm not too good at coming up with lies on the fly.

"Where are you? I asked Nathan, but he's keeping his lips tighter than a submarine door. Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"I'm with Avi," I finally say while tossing the handcuffs into the back seat so they're not pressing into my back anymore.

"I thought he went to stay with his friend at Northwestern. You told me it was over between you two."

"It was ... but not anymore. He's coming back home to stay with us." I say the words, then look over at Avi hoping he'll agree to sleep at our condo tonight and every night until his plane leaves.

"Are you with him now?"

"Yes."

"Alone?"

I look out over the empty parking lot, the deserted beach, and the frozen Lake Michigan water glittering in the moonlight.

"Yes," I say.

"Put Avi on the phone. Right. Now."

"Aba, don't embarra.s.s me."

"Let me tell you this much, Amy. If you don't put him on the phone, I'm taking away your cell phone, your computer privileges, car privileges, and that boy is not allowed in my home. Got it?"

My dad is a total buzz kill. I hold out the phone to Avi. "He wants to talk to you."

Avi takes the phone with all seriousness. "Ken," he says. Yes.

I only hear Avi's part of the conversation, but it doesn't even matter because he's in full-blown Hebrew mode.

"Ani shomer aleha. Ken. He beseder.

Ken, ani rotze lishmor al kol chelkay hagouf sheli."

"What's he saying?" I whisper.

Avi holds his hand over the mouthpiece.

"He's going through a list of my body parts he'll rearrange if I 'compromise' you."

I slap my hand over my eyes. Seriously, my dad could drive any guy away from me, even a commando in the Israel Defense Forces.

"Ron, ta'ameen li ... ani ohev et habat shelcha ve lo ya'aseh cloom lif 'goah bah."

After Avi said that last part, there's silence on the other end of the line for a second. I can feel the tension ebb and flow between the two men in my life.

"Beseder," Avi says.

"Beseder," he repeats.

"Beseder," he says again.

The suspense is killing me. "What does beseder mean?"

Instead of answering me, he collapses the phone, disconnecting the line. Then he tosses the phone into the back seat. "It means 'fine', or 'okay.'"

"Did he really threaten you?"

"Especially after I told him I loved you."

Heart palpitation here. "You told him you loved me?"

He nods.

I tilt my head to the side and say with a smile, "You know you're supposed to declare your love to the girl before you tell her father. Unless it's the olden days, in which you'd be giving my dad goats, gifts, and gold in exchange for permission to marry me."

"My family owns half of the goats on the moshav," he says, lifting his eyebrows.

"How about I offer our half to your dad?"

I was at the moshav over the summer.

My uncle owns the other half of the goat farm. "That's a lot of goats," I say. "How do you know I'm worth it?"

Avi looks into my eyes. "You're worth it, Amy," he says, once again cradling my head in his hands. "Trust me, life with you would be an adventure," he whispers.

As I'm about to pull him closer, I feel him tugging my s.h.i.+rt together. "What are you doing?"

"b.u.t.toning your s.h.i.+rt," he says as his hands deftly move up and b.u.t.ton my s.h.i.+rt back up.

"Why?"

"Because I'd rather have you not tell our kids their dad declared his love in the back seat of a car."

"We're in the front seat."

"Yeah, well ... and as much as I think I could take your dad on and give him a pretty good run for his money, I'd rather not get into it with him."

Avi puts his own s.h.i.+rt on, covering that six-pack and bronzed chest I once thought didn't affect me. It does.

"Let's take a walk on the beach."

I look out the window and know it's a cold, breezy night in northern Illinois. "It's freezing out there."

"Stay close, then. I'll keep you warm."

We step out of the car. Avi puts his arm around me as we walk down the dark, sandy beach. He's right. His embrace does keep me warm on this chilly night. After a few minutes, Avi halts his steps and turns to me. He takes my hands in his, weaving my fingers through his own. "Amy," he says, his voice laced with seriousness.

My eyes are filled with emotion. He's going to say it ... I know it's so hard for him. His brother died in a bombing and Avi's been struggling with his emotions ever since.

He squeezes his eyes shut as if trying desperately to pull out the words. "Wait here." Taking my car keys from his back pocket, he runs to the car and back.

"Here," he says, holding out my cell phone. "Call your voicemail."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

I dial my voicemail number. The first call was from five o'clock ... before I kidnapped him.

"Hi, Amy, it's Avi. I've, uh, been thinking a lot this week and the truth is ...

well, I miss you. Too much. It's killing me inside not being close to you. I mean, I understand if you want to never call or see me again because I left like a wounded a.s.s, but ... well ... if you find it in your heart ... or even your mind ... to forgive me for having an ego as big as the Sears Tower I visited yesterday, call me back on this number it's Tarik's cell."

I press nine on my cell and turn to him.

"That was so sweet," I say. And it means so much to me that he called before I kidnapped him.

"Wait, listen to the next message."

The next message? I put my ear back on the phone to hear the next message.

"It's Avi again. Did I tell you your eyes remind me of blown gla.s.s? I can see your soul through those eyes, Amy. They get darker when you're trying to be s.e.xy and they s.h.i.+ne when you smile. And when you think you're in trouble you blink double the amount that you usually do. And when you're sad, the corners of your eyes turn down. I miss your eyes. And I don't want the sad ones to be my last memory of you."

I save the second message, too, then look up at Avi. "There's another one, isn't there?"

He nods.

I press the b.u.t.ton and forward to the next message.

"It's Avi. And I want to say something to you. Not because I want you to say it back, either. ( deep breath ) I ... I love you.

It's not that kind of conditional love ...

it's the kind that'll be around forever.

Even if you don't call. Even if you like Nathan or any other guy. We can be friends. We can be more. Just ... call me back."

I press the forward b.u.t.ton. Avi looks like he wants to bite his nails right now, he's so embarra.s.sed.

"Did I mention when I first met you I was so attracted to you it scared me? Me, scared. I still am when I'm around you, because now I want you in my life forever. How long is forever, Amy?"

I shut the phone off.

"Don't you want to hear the rest of the messages?"

I slip the phone into my back pocket while tears well in my eyes. "No." Well, actually I'll listen to them when I'm alone in my room at night and want to hear his voice before I fall asleep. Right now all I want to do is be with my boyfriend and enjoy the small amount of time we have left with each other.

"Avi?"

"Yeah."

"Now I have to tell our kids you declared your love over a cell phone."

He smiles wide, then laughs. "How about this, then ... " he says, then picks me up effortlessly in his strong arms and lays me gently down on the sand.

I have to say, I'm much less worried about the sand in my hair or stuck to my designer clothes than the words about to come out of Avi's mouth.

He leans over me. His hands once again take mine in his and he weaves his fingers through mine. "I love you, Amy Nelson- Barak. From the moment I laid eyes on you I couldn't stop looking at you. From the moment we talked I couldn't stop arguing with you. From the moment we kissed I couldn't stop kissing you. And from the moment we shared our hopes, fears, and insecurities I couldn't stop loving you."

Oh, that's good. Twice.

Is today Tuesday?

28.

King Solomon didn't ask G.o.d to be rich or to live long. He asked for wisdom and knowledge (Kings 3:9). I have to be honest ...

I'm more selfish than King Solomon.

Abercrombie & Fitch is having a sale next week and, well ...